Waiting on the edge,
wanting to breathe, again.
Hope is all but gone;
fighting seems useless.
wanting to breathe, again.
Hope is all but gone;
fighting seems useless.
It can never be undone
and the reality is too much.
Faith is slipping away,
struggling is pointless.
Fate has not been kind
to those broken continuously.
Shards of misery are embedded
in the soft flesh of our skin.
Tears can no longer form
in our dried out eyes.
Life no longer has meaning
to the slowly beating heart.
Teetering on the brink
between life and despair.
Not knowing which will win.
Fall forward or fall backward?
Swaying back and forth;
waiting for the last pull or push.
Waiting for the waiting to end;
For it all to be over and done.
Tired of the tiredness;
angry at feeling hopeless;
sad at feeling angry;
sick of feeling at all.
Waiting at the edge
of life, of death.
Waiting to breathe
or for the heart to stop.
Waiting…
and the reality is too much.
Faith is slipping away,
struggling is pointless.
Fate has not been kind
to those broken continuously.
Shards of misery are embedded
in the soft flesh of our skin.
Tears can no longer form
in our dried out eyes.
Life no longer has meaning
to the slowly beating heart.
Teetering on the brink
between life and despair.
Not knowing which will win.
Fall forward or fall backward?
Swaying back and forth;
waiting for the last pull or push.
Waiting for the waiting to end;
For it all to be over and done.
Tired of the tiredness;
angry at feeling hopeless;
sad at feeling angry;
sick of feeling at all.
Waiting at the edge
of life, of death.
Waiting to breathe
or for the heart to stop.
Waiting…